[Verse 1]
Are we a generation of Moses
Or a generation of posers
'Stead of standing proud like a soldier
We surf Netflix on our sofas
It's not a fight if we're not fightin'
There can't be a class with no titans
So we aim low
Cause if we aim high and miss, God forbid then
How do we live
Are we the greater-than or the lesser-than
We want change, but not the mess of it
We say trust God, but we're pessimist
We say don't shoot the messenger
But if true love is the message
Then is my face the reflection
And will I stand on the water while resting in God's presence
Or will I choose to remain here, cause I can just stay the same here
And if I don't make a move at all, how can I be the one to blame here
We want the Son, but not the temperature
Want to speak, but not be listeners
How can we be in position if we've never asked what the mission was
So who are we, cause we're all part of an army
Will we stand up, will we march on
Or just wait here in the lobby
Will we start running, or just stand still
Either retreat, or we storm hills
Will we believe, or just be chill
And if we don't make a sound, who will
